My Boss, the White-haired Nun

To Gong Ming, she, Lei Dian Mei, is nothing more than a dispensable person.

"..."

Gong Ming bowed his head and fell silent just as Leiden Mei expected.However, just when Mei Lei thought the story had come to an end and turned around to go out, Gong Ming's voice suddenly came from behind.

"If it were me, would you really want to stay by force?"

Leiden Mei's fingers trembled slightly, and she turned to look at him.

"There are already quite a few people in this room, is it necessary?"

She said it very euphemistically, but the meaning was very clear.The people in this room now are Gong Ming, one of whom is enough for him to sleep well for two weeks a night. It can be said that he has enjoyed all the good things in the world. Is there any need for this?

Of course, this was a very sarcastic statement, so much so that the faces of the old monsters in the room couldn't help turning red with their thick skins.However, the blushes are blushing and they still maintain the posture of watching the show. If they were so easily changed by verbal ridicule, then they would not be such old monsters.

As for Gong Ming, who was the person involved -- he didn't even blush.

"I used to be a very thin-skinned person, and I didn't think I was a scumbag." The **** said completely shameless words in the middle of a group of women.

On average, more than a thousand people are in a relationship. Gong Ming is actually a little bit wronged by being called a scumbag.

"But since the reality has already confirmed this, then I have nothing to say. If fate must force me to be a scumbag, then I have the same awareness."

He said seriously.The tone is very sincere.

"It doesn't matter if you're a scumbag or a jerk. It doesn't matter if you're crazy or perverted. No matter what I say today, I won't let you walk out of this door."

He looked at everyone in the field.

"Not just Mei, all of you. It's the same."

This was almost a blatant threat, and Nancy, who was relatively arrogant, raised her brows immediately.But from that moment on, she suddenly felt that power began to drain from her body.And Gong Ming's body, which was almost an empty shell in their induction, began to gradually "fill up" again.

She suddenly remembered that Gong Ming had told her a long time ago.Unlike other Herrschers, in order to help them avoid the erosion of Houkai, Gong Ming used himself as a medium to help them mimic the source of power.

Since it is the source... naturally, it can also obtain power from them.

Perhaps there are various restrictions on this kind of acquisition, or Gong Ming is unwilling to affect their lives.But now it is so close, and his trial Michelangelo is by his side.

Now that he delivered it to the door, why not let Gong Ming do what he likes by rubbing the balls and flattening them?

Even at the same time, Raiden Mei was feeling the power draining from her body.Time has passed so long that everyone has almost forgotten how she came to St. Freya Academy in the first place.In the first operation, Gong Ming did not plant an electromagnetic bomb in Mei Lei's heart.But it doesn't mean that he didn't leave some other means to Leiden Mei, who was still the "Third Herrscher" at the time.

Power mixed with many different sources flowed into Gong Ming's body.Michelangelo got up and stood beside him, using her domain to seal off all areas in the room in front of everyone.This process is too blatant to leave room for resistance.But when Anti Entropy and the others and Leiden Mei were suppressed, those who still had the ability to resist in this room all kept silent.

With the completion of the [Genesis] domain, in this room, Gong Ming finally gained absolute authority that would be suppressed even if Xilin came personally.Now as long as Michelangelo is still standing by his side, all the people in this room together cannot resist this suppression.

He took off his coat, sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room, and looked around at these girls who were either in the presence of an old god, or whose expressions changed slightly.

"Now, here I have the final say!"

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Life is infatuated, and this hatred is not about wind and moon.

The situation on Gong Ming's side is actually almost clear by this time.

Since ancient times, there has been nothing more than a trivial matter between men and women.

Whether it was voluntary or half-pushed, the final result was that no girl left there during the half-month period.Some things... It's hard to tell right from wrong.

Enter the ancient temple early in the morning, and the early sunshine shines in Gaolin.

For thousands of years, countless poets and literati have written about that nonsense, so I won't go into details at this moment.Instead, turn your gaze to the other side and listen to other stories.

……

Europe, Vatican.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

When the blond man in a white suit was sitting on a bench in St. Peter's Square with his head bowed to feed the pigeons, such a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Otto raised his head and found a boy with a basket of flowers standing beside him.He seems to be only eleven or twelve years old, perhaps because he wants to highlight the local characteristics, he is wearing very retro clothes and a hat with a big brim.Seeing Otto looking over, he bent down and took off his hat, performing a medieval etiquette that was not quite standard in Otto's eyes.

According to Otto Sulai's strict standards, this should be a poor performance in every sense.However, when people reminisce about the past, even a little similarity will be grasped like a life-saving straw, not to mention that this can already be called a prepared performance.

At that moment, Otto even had the illusion that he had stepped through time. He looked back almost subconsciously, wanting to see if there was a red-haired man standing beside him and bending over to look at him. The white-haired girl he smiled easily.

But there was nothing, there was nothing behind him, and as far as he could see, there were only strangers coming and going in the distance, and the empty air seemed to be laughing at his absurdity and humor.

He froze for a moment, a little lost.

"Sir, sir." It wasn't until the child called him twice that he was called back from his memory.

"Do you buy flowers?"

"Oh, let me buy one." Otto came back to his senses, with a formulaic smile on his face naturally.

"How much is a flower?"

Aristocratic decency should be displayed when being begged for alms by women and children.Otto naturally had this self-awareness beyond doubt.Although Gong Ming often laughed at him five hundred years ago, saying that this kind of charity was just the hypocrisy of the feudal ruling class to the people they enslaved.But Otto still never relaxed one iota in this kind of thing.

"Fifteen Euros, sir." The flower girl said skillfully. "Either you give five dollars, or two pounds, or twenty yuan. We'll take it all, sir, all of it."

"RMB?" Otto, who was taking out his wallet, was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and put two ten-euro coins in the newsboy's palm. "Your business scope is quite wide."

"Isn't this the establishment of diplomatic relations?" The newsboy said with a chuckle, while touching the small purse on his waist to give Otto some change, he said with a smile and full of pride.